Chapter 32 Morning Dew Seventh 5

This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He opened his eyes and held on until nine o'clock the next day. He felt that the soreness and numbness all over his body had passed, and his limbs could move. The shirt was thrown under the bed.

Then, he pulled down Lan Wangji's belt and forcefully took off a section of his shirt. Originally, he wanted to take off his clothes, but halfway through, Wei Wuxian was slightly startled when he saw the brand under Lan Wangji's collarbone, and stopped his hand involuntarily, and remembered the whip mark on his back. If you know what's wrong, you should immediately pull up Lan Wangji's clothes. After such a delay, Lan WangJi seemed to feel the coolness, moved slightly, frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened it, he rolled off the bed.

Hanguang-jun, who really couldn't complain about being elegant, was overly frightened and became not elegant at all. Which man wakes up early in the morning the next morning after a hangover and sees another man lying next to him naked, with half of his shirt ripped off, and the two of them huddled together on the same bed and the same bed. In the quilt, there is no time to be elegant.

Wei Wuxian half-covered his chest with the quilt, revealing only his smooth and naked shoulders. Lan Wangji: "You..."

Wei Wuxian snorted, "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said, "Last night, I..."

Wei Wuxian winked at him with his left eye, resting his cheek with one hand, smiling strangely: "You were so unrestrained last night, Hanguang-kun."

"..."

Wei WuXian said, "You don't remember anything about last night?"

It seemed that he really didn't remember, Lan Wangji's face was snow-white.

Just don't remember. Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembered that he quietly went out in the middle of the night and summoned Wen Ning, and started asking questions, it would be bad for Wei Wuxian to lie, and it would not be good for him to tell the truth.

After so many times of flirting, picking up stones and hitting himself in the foot, Wei Wuxian finally found his former prestige once again and regained a little bit of it. Although he really wanted to take advantage of the victory, he wanted to trick Lan Wangji to continue drinking and playing next time, but he couldn't let him have a shadow and be on guard from now on. When he sees it, he will take it away. Wei Wuxian lifts the quilt and shows him his neat trousers and boots that have not been taken off: "What a virtuous man! It's just a joke. Your innocence is still there, it's not tarnished, please rest assured!"

Lan Wangji froze in place, and before he could answer, the sound of cracking porcelain came from the center of the room.

This voice is not unfamiliar, it is the second time I have heard it. It was the Feng Ei Qiankun bag that was pressed on the table again, and it overturned the teapot and teapot. This time, it was even more ferocious, all three together. Last night, one of them was drunk and the other was tossed, so naturally they forgot about the ensemble. Wei Wuxian was worried that Lan Wangji would be too frightened and impulsive, and accidentally stabbed him to death on the bed on the spot, and hurriedly said, "Business, come, let's do business first."

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled out of bed, and stretched out his hand to Lan WangJi who had just stood up. The original intention was to pull him, but it looked like he was going to tear his clothes. Before Lan WangJi could slow down, he took a step back, tripping over something under his feet and shaking his body. Looking down, it turned out to be the Bichen Sword that had been lying there all night.

At this time, the rope that tied the bag had been loosened, and a pale hand had already crawled out halfway through the mouth of the small Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian reached into Lan Wangji's half-open arms and took it out. He took out a flute and said, "Hanguang-Jun, don't be afraid. I don't want to do anything to you, but you stole my flute last night. I have to get it back." Pull your clothes over your shoulders and fasten your belt.

Lan WangJi looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to ask about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing business first, so he forcibly held back his expression, and pulled out the lyre. Three evil universe bags, one for the left arm, one for the legs, and one for the torso. These three parts can already make up most of a body. They influenced each other, and the resentment grew exponentially, which was more difficult than before. The two played "Rest" three times in a row, and the restlessness gradually subsided.

Wei WuXian put away the flute, and was about to clean up the corpse that was lying all over the floor when he suddenly let out a loud noise and said, "Good bro, you're doing a good job."

The shroud straps on the torso have been loosened, and the neckline is slanted, revealing the solid and powerful body of a young man, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, distinct abdominal muscles, strong but not exaggerated, just the masculine physique that countless men dream of. Looking up and down, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but slap two palms on his abdominal muscles, and said, "Hanguang-Jun, look at him. If he were alive, I would most likely be injured by the rebound when I hit him. How exactly is this practiced?"

The tip of Lan Wangji's brows seemed to be twisted, but he didn't speak. Who knew that Wei Wuxian clapped two more palms, and he finally took out the bag of sealing evil with a blank face, and silently began to seal the corpse. Wei Wuxian hurriedly stepped aside. Xu Lan Wangji sealed all his limbs back, and tied several dead knots in a row. Wei Wuxian didn't notice the difference, he looked down at his physique, raised his eyebrows, fastened his belt, and looked like a dog again.

He glanced at him and saw that Lan Wangji was still looking at him intentionally or unintentionally after he put away his Qiankun bag, his eyes seemed to be full of hesitant words, and he deliberately said: "Hanguang-Jun, why are you looking at me like this? Are you still worried? Trust me, I really didn't treat you last night, and of course, you didn't treat me either."

Lan Wangji pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a low voice, "Last night, apart from grabbing the flute, I..."

Wei WuXian said, "You? What else did you do, right? You didn't do anything, just talked a lot."

The Adam's apple between Lan Wangji's snow-white neck moved slightly: "...what are you talking about?"

Wei Wuxian: "It doesn't really matter. It's, um, like, you like it very much..."

Lan Wangji's eyes froze.

Wei WuXian said, "I like rabbits very much."

"..."

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and turned his head. Wei Wuxian was considerate: "It's okay! Rabbit is so cute, who doesn't like it. I like it, I like to eat hahahahahaha! He came to Guangjun, you drank so much last night ... uh I'm so drunk, I'm afraid it's a little uncomfortable this morning. You wash your face, drink some water and sit for a while. When you're well, we'll set off. This time it means South West West. I'll go downstairs to buy breakfast first, Do not bother you."

He was about to go out when Lan Wangji said coldly, "Wait."

Wei Wuxian turned his head, "What?"

Lan Wangji stared at him for a while, and finally said, "Are you rich?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, "Yes! I still don't know where you put your money. I'll bring you a copy earlier, Hanguang-kun, take your time, don't be in a hurry."

Going out of the room, closing the door, he stood in the corridor, silently laughing for a while.

Lan WangJi seemed to be hit, and was locked in the room alone, and he didn't come out for a long time. While waiting for him, Wei WuXian leisurely went downstairs, walked out of the inn and walked around the road a few times, bought some food at random, sat on the steps, squinted and basked in the sun while eating. After a while, a group of thirteen- and four-year-old children ran across the street.

A child in the front ran very fast, holding a long line in his hand. At the end of the long line, a kite was flying up and down, neither high nor low. The little boy in the back held the toy bow and shouted while chasing the kite and shooting arrows.

Wei Wuxian used to love this game too. Archery is a compulsory skill for every child from aristocratic families, but most of them don't like to shoot targets in a proper manner. Except for shooting monsters and ghosts when they go out for night hunting, they like to shoot kites like this. One per person, whoever puts it the highest, the farthest, and the most accurate shot at the same time, is the winner. This game was originally only popular among the younger children of the Xianmen families. After it was spread, the children of ordinary people also liked it very much. It is just that the lethality of their small arrows is far less than that of these skilled talents. children of the aristocratic family.

Back then, when Wei Wuxian was in Lotus Pier, he played kite-shooting with the Jiang family's disciples and won many first prizes. Jiang Cheng is always second. His kite either flew too far for the arrow to shoot, or it did, but it didn't fly as far as Wei Wuxian's kite. The kites of the two of them are a whole circle larger than the others, and they are in the shape of a flying monster. The colors are gorgeous and extravagant. Lively and unusually, not very ferocious, but somewhat naive. This is Jiang Fengmian's own skeleton, and then let Jiang Yanli draw for them, so every time they go out with a kite, they have a sense of pride.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian's mouth curled into a small smile, and he couldn't help but look up to see what the kite was flying. I saw that it was all golden, and it was a large circle. He wondered in his heart: "What is this? Shaobing? Or some monster that I don't know about?"

At this time, a gust of wind came. The kite didn't fly very high, and it was not placed in the open area, and it fell down when it blew. A child exclaimed, "Ah yo, the sun has fallen!"

Wei Wuxian immediately understood that most of these children were playing a game imitating the Battle of the Sun.

This place is Liyang. Back then when the Wen family in Qishan was at its peak, they used to make a fortune everywhere, and since Liyang is not far from Qishan, the local people must have suffered from it. He was bullied by their domineering monks. After the Battle of Shooting the Sun, the Wen family was jointly crushed by various families, and the century-old foundation collapsed in an instant. Many places around Qishan were happy to celebrate the destruction of the Wen family, and even turned into a tradition. This kind of game can probably be counted as one.

The children stopped chasing, got together very nervously, and began to discuss: "What should I do, before shooting the sun, it fell down by itself, who will be the boss now?"

One raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I killed the great villain of the Wen family!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn, watching with relish.

In this kind of game, the immortal governor Lianfangzun, who is now infinitely beautiful, is of course the most popular one. Although his background is difficult to explain, it is because of this that his achievements to climb to the top are all the more impressive. During the Sun Shooting Conquest, he spent several years undercover like a duck in water, deceiving the entire Qishan Wen clan inside and out, leaking countless secrets without knowing it. After the expedition of shooting the sun, he met all kinds of cleverness and tricks in every way, and finally sat on the position of immortal governor and became the well-deserved first person in a hundred schools. Such a life is a legend. If he played, he would also try to be Jin Guangyao once again. It is very reasonable to choose this child as the boss!

Another protested: "I am Nie Mingjue. I have won the most battles and taken the most prisoners. I am the boss!"

"Jin Guangyao" said, "But I am the Immortal Governor."

"Nie MingJue" raised his fist: "What about the Director of Immortals, you are also my third brother, and you will run with your tail between your tails if you see me."

"Jin Guangyao" really cooperated very well and was very involved in the play. He shrank his shoulders and ran away. Another said: "You short-lived ghost."

Since he chose to be a certain immortal head, he naturally had some longing for this immortal head and liked it. "Nie Mingjue" was angry: "Jin Zixuan, you died earlier than me and had a shorter life!"

"Jin Zixuan" said in disbelief, "What's wrong with my short life? I'm third!"

"The third place is just the third place in the face!"

At this time, a little kid seemed tired of running and standing, and also rubbed against the steps, sat down next to Wei Wuxian, waved his hands, and said peacefully, "Alright, alright, don't fight. I It's the Yiling Patriarch, and I'm the most powerful. I think I'll just force myself to be the boss."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

He looked down, and sure enough, the little boy had a small wooden stick stuck in his waist, which was probably Chen Qing.

Only such a child would simply ignore good and evil, only argue about the value of force, and would like to be honored as an ancestor of Yiling.

Another person said: "No, I am the Holy Hand of the Three Poisons, and I am the most powerful."

"Patriarch Yiling" said very well, "Jiang Cheng, what can you do compared to me? How dare you say that you are the best when you didn't lose to me. Don't be ashamed."

"Jiang Cheng" said, "Hmph, I'm not as good as you? Do you remember how you died?"

The faint smile on Wei Wuxian's mouth instantly collapsed.

It was as if he was caught off guard by a small poisonous needle, and suddenly there was a slight stinging pain all over his body.

The "Yiling Patriarch" beside him clapped his hands and said, "Look at me! Chen Qing on the left, tiger talisman on the right, plus a ghost general, I am invincible in the world! Hahahaha..." He held a stick in his left hand and a piece in his right. Shi Shi, laughed wildly, and said, "Where's Wen Ning? Come out!" A child raised his hand behind the crowd, and said weakly, "I'm here... that... I want to say... During the expedition to shoot the sun, I Not dead yet..."

Wei Wuxian felt compelled to interrupt.

He said, "Every Immortal Chief, can I ask a question?"

When these children play this game, adults have never been involved, let alone reprimand, but this kind of serious question. "Patriarch Yiling" looked at him strangely and defensively: "What do you want to ask?"

Wei WuXian said, "Why aren't there any people from the Gusu Lan Clan?"

"Yes, I have."

"Where?"

"Patriarch of Yiling" pointed to a child who didn't say a word from beginning to end: "That's it."

Wei Wuxian took a look, and sure enough, the boy's face was very handsome, and he looked like a handsome embryo, with a white rope tied around his smooth forehead, which was used as a wipe. He asked, "Who is he?"

"Patriarch of Yiling" curled his lips in disgust and said, "Lan Wangji!"

……All right. These children have grasped the essence. As Lan Wangji, you really should keep your mouth shut!

Suddenly, the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curved up again.

The poisonous needle was pulled out and thrown somewhere, and all the stinging pain was instantly swept away. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It's strange. How can such a boring person always make me so happy?"

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting on the steps, a group of children sitting next to him and sharing the buns, Wei Wuxian instructing the two back-to-back children while eating the buns: "...Now you guys In front of them are tens of thousands of Wen family cultivators, all of them fully armed and surrounded by water, their eyes are a little sharper, that's right. Okay, Lan Wangji, please pay attention, now you are not the usual you, you are covered in blood! Murderous aura Very heavy! His eyes are fierce! Wei Wuxian, if you get closer to him, can you play the flute? Turn around and see, and turn it with one hand. Be smart, do you know what it means to be cool? Come and teach me." "Wei Wuxian," he said, and handed him a small wooden stick in his hand. Wei Wuxian deftly flipped "Chen Qing" between his two fingers, causing a group of children to hurl around and be amazed.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Approaching silently, Wei Wuxian saw him coming, patted the ashes under his butt, and said goodbye to the children. It took a long time to stand up, walk along the road, laugh along the road, as if poisoned by a strange poison.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian: "Hahahahaha I'm sorry, Hanguang-jun, I'll give them the breakfast I sold to you. Let's buy them later."

Lan Wangji: "Hmm."

Wei WuXian: "How about it, were those two little kids cute just now? Who do you think is the one with the rope tied around his head? Hahahaha..."

After being silent for a while, Lan WangJi finally couldn't hold it any longer and said, "...What did I do last night?"

It must not be that simple, otherwise why would Wei Wuxian laugh until now? ? ?

Wei WuXian waved his hands again and again, "No no no no no. You didn't do anything, I was bored, hahahahaha... Okay, ahem, Hanguang-jun, I'm going to get down to business."

Lan Wangji said, "Tell me."

Wei WuXian said solemnly, "It's been ten years since the clattering of coffins in Chang's cemetery has been silent for ten years, and suddenly it's making trouble again. This is definitely not a coincidence, there must be an incentive."

Lan WangJi said, "What do you think is the incentive?"

Wei WuXian said, "Good question, I think the reason is that the torso was dug out."

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

His expression was so focused that Wei Wuxian remembered how serious he was when he was holding his two fingers when he was drunk last night, he suppressed a smile in pain, and said solemnly, "I was thinking that the dismemberment should not be just revenge and hatred. It is a vicious method of repression. The dismemberers deliberately chose those places where the visions were haunting them to place the corpses."

Lan Wangji said, "We use poison to fight poison, check and balance each other, and maintain balance."

Wei WuXian said, "That's right. So yesterday the grave digger dug out his torso, and there was nothing to quell the resentment of the Chang family, so the sound of slapping the coffin sounded again. Dao and the Qinghe Nie Sect Sacrificial Knife Hall suppressed Dao Linghe. The method of walling the corpse is the same. Maybe it was originally learned from the Nie family sacrificial knife hall. It seems that this person has a close relationship with the Qinghe Nie Sect and the Gusu Lan Sect, so I am afraid it is not a cheap role."

Lan Wangji said, "There are not many such people."

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah. It's about to surface gradually. Besides, since the other party started to move the corpse, it means that he or they are already in a hurry, and they will definitely make some moves in the future. Even if we don't go to them, they will. They will find us. Looking around, sooner or later, more clues will be revealed. Besides, the hand of a good brother will point us in the direction. However, I am afraid we have to move faster, only one right hand and one left Skull, you must be ahead of them next time."

The two went all the way to the southwest. This time, the location they pointed with their left hand was the foggy east of Shudong.

A ghost town that everyone fears to avoid.